Patience Kowalski (times_bitch) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2011-01-13 01:29:00 |
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A Blast From Your Past, Pat
Who: Pat and...well..."A" Patience
Where: Java Joe
When: Wednesday Afternoon, 1/12
When she first arrived in Vegas, she had no idea where she was…or even WHEN she was. She was supposed to be in 1997 in Sunnydale, CA, but instead she was in about 2000 Vegas, NV. This made NO sense to her. This was fucking bogus. It took her a week to even figure out what the hell this was supposed to be. Was this her LIFE now? Stuck in some city where she knew no one? Fuckin’ figures.
Since she didn’t know anyone, she couldn’t get a hold of anyone, so she ended up living on the streets. After years of dealing with her dad, it wasn’t that large of a jump. People still wanted shit from her, or wanted to do shit to her, and she found ways of making sure that they didn’t get her. Usually with her fists, or her charm if that didn’t work. Her charm usually saved her ass when her fists just made things worse.
She saw her fiancé once…on TV in a coffee shop. He was attending some record premiere party with someone who wore her face. She had tried to track him down, but she had looked in the wrong city. He was in LA…and happily married and about to have his SECOND child. This was fucked up beyond all possible belief. After that, she had kind of resigned herself to being alone in this world. She was pissed, to be sure, but what could she do? Really? This shit was fucked.
Today she had begged for enough change (she refused to hook for anyone, fuckers) in order to get a lunch in a diner with a cup of coffee. Since it was getting cold outside (stupid fucking desert), a cup of coffee was an incredibly welcome diversion from her life right now.
Funny enough, after being in a place like The Sugar Shack... this little place (Java Joe? What a name...) seemed almost TOO small. But luckily, right now Pat couldn't have cared less. His talk with Lacey was MEANT to cheer him up... but if anything it depressed him MORE. He felt broken, like something in him would never heal. When a few people came up to ask him for autographs, he signed them quietly, a dead look in his eyes as he silently took the coffee placed before him. Well... at least he wasn't boozing it up, right? It's a start.
When Patience noticed a few people gathering around someone at one of the tables, her eyes flickered up to see what the commotion was. When a couple of people moved and she could see the oh so familiar bald head looming over the table. Out of shock, she dropped her cup of coffee on the floor, it crashing and breaking. "Shit," she said, jumping to the floor to at least try and pick up the pieces.
He spun around, and immediately locked eyes with her. Now... realize that while there were surely SLIGHT differences, they weren’t enough to make him consider this wasn't the same woman he had just been abandoned by. "....Patience..." He muttered, his eyes immediately filling with tears, his body trembling.
Her eyes went wide when he actually realized it was her. Even though she had sworn to herself that she'd just let him live with the 'fake' Patience, as she called her in her head (the idea that she might be the different one never crossed her mind) and be happy, but this totally wasn't him being happy. "Pat?" she asked, her own voice trembling a bit. Taking a deep breath, she went over to him. "What's going on, baby? Why so glum?"
"Baby?" He asked, a little incredulous. "Like you don't know? It's bad enough you don't want me anymore... now I'm going to end up hurting an innocent girl because she's falling for me and stupid me... I can't get OVER you enough to love her back. So... yeah. Does it help to hear it?" Ohhh boy. Yep... definitely coming a little undone here.
"Um...OK, let's get one thing straight. I don't know what FAKE Patience did to you, but that wasn't me," Patience decided to point out. Might as well come clean. "I was coming to see you in Sunnydale one day and POOF, I'm fucking here in Vegas and it's like, three years later. So don't come to me with your sob story, Pat. I've had to watch you have kids with a fake me, who apparently went fucking stupid and broke your heart or something. Don't go blaming me for it, though. Not the same chick."
"Wait... wh-what?" Great, Pat thought. Did he really already drink this much that his mind was falling apart? "You... what do you mean 'Fake Patience"? I'm so damned confused right now..."
"I mean 'Patience who looks like me but isn't me," Patience said with a roll of her eyes. "The one you were running around married to and having kids with." She lifted up her shirt to show her stomach and hips. "Do THESE hips look like they've been marred by popping out babies? No fucking way do they look like that."
"But... b-baby...." Ok, so he really thought, in his head? Maybe he'd died. And now? Somehow he'd gotten to heaven. "I was so lost without you... every day... I wanted to give up. I couldn't live without you..."
She reached over and stroked his cheek. "I'm here for you, Pat. When I saw you with someone else, I thought that was it. That I was stuck somewhere where I knew no one and had nothing. If you want, you don't have to live without me anymore."
"Live..." he repeated, realizing that that meant he WASN'T dead. Somehow... this was all real? "This isn't some... some sick joke? I mean... I... I couldn't take it, baby..."
"Yeah, I'm a hallucination brought on by the massive amount of drinking you've been doing, going by your smell," Patience said with a snort. "Do you REALLY think I'd do that to you? No joke, no bullshit. This is real."
"How... how is there a SECOND 'you'?" He asked, still looking more... confused than anything. He obviously was too despondent to want to let any false hope into his life.
You really think I know this shit?"she asked him with a shrug. "I was flunking physics, last time I was in school. It's time flux bullshit. Gwen's the comic book geek. She'd probably know." She thought on that. "Is she even around?"
"Gwen...." He realized he'd been here in Vegas and hadn't even THOUGHT about her. "Yeah... she lives here in Vegas, actually. Just moved out here with her girlfriend." Hey. He didn’t know about the engagement, ok? STFU.
"Girlfriend? That's not Gemma, is it?" That was the last person Patience remembered her with. She really was out of the loop. "Is the British guy still her Watcher guy? I didn't even realize she was here! I figured she was in LA with the rest of ya."
"Gemma...." He blinked, wondering how the hell this was all happening. "N-No... if she ever dated anyone with that name, it's before *I* knew her... she's with a girl named Blake now. It's... a long story. But Gwen was MARRIED, actually. For a while."
That just made Patience crack up. "Married? Why the fuck would Gwen marry ANYONE?" Holy shit, what fucking world had she tripped into? She actually was bent over from laughing so hard. "Seriously, are you shitting me?" she asked between laughs.
"No... um..." he winced. "I don't know what you've seen here, but... have you heard of Suicide Messiah? She was married to their lead singer. And before THAT... um... BOTH of them were kind of with ME. Like... we all lived together."
"Never heard of them until I got here," Patience said. "Wait...you were in a threesome with Gwen and THAT piece of ass? Way to go, Patty!" She slapped him on the back. She then cleared her throat. "Anyways...so now she's with someone named Blake. Good for her. Guess that means WE can't have threesomes with her anymore, huh? Or is her girlie open to that?"
"I... I can’t even joke there. It's the first time ever I've seen her with someone who loves her as much as she loves THEM." He said with a smile. "They're... pretty much the perfect couple. In other words... the opposite of anything I have right now. You... er... Other-You... just broke me. Patience... I love her.. you... er.... both of you?... more than anything in this world. And I adore Baily. But... I can’t live without you. I... I don't WANT to."
"Then don't live without me," Patience said. "Not that difficult, you know. Fuck other me. Fuck her right in her ass. I wasn't exactly fucking loving living without you. I was doing it because I thought you were happy and didn't want to fuck with that. If I'd known that she'd split from you? I'd have been on you like white on rice."
Well. This Patience? Sure was just as verbally eloquent as he counterpart, hm? "We... we were together even in another reality?" He asked with a smile, tears in his eyes again. "I knew it... we're.. we're just meant to be."
"Abra-ka-fucking-duh we were together. Who the fuck else would deal with a crazy bitch like me?" Patience asked with a smirk. "And of course we're meant to be. YOU and ME. Not fake Patience. She's an idiot. Lucky for me she's an idiot, though, huh? Get to be with my soul mate now." She reached over and took his face into her hands, wiping the tears from his eyes. "You don't have to worry anymore. I'm gonna take care of everything, OK?"
"Are you.... I mean..." He felt like an IDIOT here... as he didn't even know if this version of the girl knew about things like demons. Still, he made a little 'fangs' gesture with his fingers and his teeth.
"You mean, am I a vamp?" She laughed. "It IS kinda sunny out there, Patty, or has the booze blinded you, too? Fuck...whatever you're drinking, lay off. It makes you smell like piss. Sure, you're still hot as all hell, but DAMN if you don't need a detox." She grimaced. "OK, homeless Patience could use a shower, too, but that does NOT detract from my earlier statement."
"Homeless?" He blinked, horrified at that thought. "And no! Not a vampire... I mean.. here... you're kind of part-demon."
"Um...not the last time I checked?" she said with a confused look on her face. "This gal is one hundred percent human, full blooded. And yeah...homeless." She looked away, running her hand through her hair. "I don't exactly have ID or anything for a job or whatever, you know?"
"....oh my god." He said, looking almost ready to throw up, and NOT from drinking. "No more. Never, ever again." He stated, not even giving her a choice here. "I lost you TWICE now... and it's never happening again. I swore before God almighty that I'd protect you... and I'm going to."
"Do I LOOK like I'm objecting?" Patience pointed out. "I'd fuck you right here if I wasn't smelly and that I'm pretty sure we'd piss off the wait staff, although them watching a rock star fuck someone might be a treat." She smirked. "Seriously, you're a fucking rock star here. Ha! I knew you'd make it, baby."
"It... took a lot. It took losing you once, and turning that pain into some really amazing songs. The.. the you that I lost seems a lot more like you, though. And ok... I'm confusing myself I think."
She shrugged. "Our favorite comic book bitch would probably explain this time flux or whatever shit better than I can pretend to try." If only she knew Gwen was once a Time Lord, eh? "Try not to think on it so much. Let's just go to wherever you're staying, SHOWER, then fuck like rabbits. Ya wanna?"
Funny how THIS version of Patience was just as crass as the one who'd left Pat... just without the life-experience and, yes, this word feels WEIRD to use regarding ANY version of Patience, the maturity the other one had gained. Well. I suppose resurrection, childbirth, and becoming part demon WOULD force one to mature in SOME ways. "We can go back to my hotel room. I'm just... I'm here with Jack. He brought me here to try to cheer me up."
"Only a fucking Delany would think to bring someone half suicidal to Vegas to 'cheer him up,'" Patience said with a snort. "Seriously, was he high when he thought of that?" Like she cared that he was around. She'd just explain shit to him like she had to Pat. Whatever. "Come on. Let's pay our checks and get the hell out of here."
"Gladly." He knew he was going to have a LOT of explaining to do to Baily. And hopefully she wouldn't hate him. But for now? All he cared about was that somehow, by some strange twist, the lord had given him his girl back.